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Chapter 103: The Wall of Wolves

مؤلف: Drea Drayne
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-27 10:43:05

The Grey Keep was not a castle so much as a scar on the landscape. It was a brutalist fortress of grey stone and iron, built into the narrowest point of the Frostfang Pass, a place where the wind howled a constant, mournful tune and the sun was a distant, indifferent stranger. It was a bastion of Varek strength, a symbol of the kingdom's indomitable will, and now, it was the frontline in a war against a ghost.

As Kaelen and his army crested the final ridge, the sight that greeted them was one o
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